"The leopard cubs have always been very good. They won't do anything overboard. Don't worry," Winston said.
Muir threw him a glance but continued to keep silent.
Bai Qingqing took a look at Muir, took away the soup that had turned cold, and brought a bowl of hot soup to him.
"Have a little bit more." Bai Qingqing persuaded him. Seeing how Muir was, she didn't feel too hopeful.
As expected, he shook his head. This time around, he was determined to not take in any more water.
He must stay firm until the eggs hatched.
Bai Qingqing lowered her head helplessly and ended up drinking the soup herself. She lay down on the nest next to Muir and had her afternoon nap. Covered by the blanket, her hand gently stroked one of Muir's feathers.
Muir looked toward his mate and his gaze finally softened. He lowered his body so that they could be closer together.